I feel like that poor jilted bastard who lost his girl.
Oh Mookie. Yeh.. I guess I want you to be happy, but a big part of me wanted your world to be crushed.
Is it really that wrong to have wanted to see that once oh so adorable subtly freckled face to smash into a wall... missing horribly that catch... plinking off your now flailing glove, into the seats behind you. Scoring the winning run in game 7....
I'm not bitter I just wanted him to suffer a humiliating loss. Feel that bitter pain... & come running back to me.
You can tell me. Is that really oh so bad? I know he's moved on. I get it. He's found somebody else. I know. I get it. Its not like he's the only guy out there? Yeh... I'm gonna start dating again.
Still... He would have looked great in a heap... Below that wall. Nursing a bloody nose, knowing he was never going to buy that ring. :'(
RedSoxDirtdog 19
Calm down. I've been tamed.